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Ah-- Please--

[Her voice cracks with desperation as she rubs up against him in double time, high and breathless as he ruffles through her wings. Suddenly she can't even think of teasing even as much as she had at the photo booth, dripping at the fry in his voice and the tremor in his cock and the message that shoots to her brain each time he runs through her feathers to mate, now.

The most she can manage is to rock when he rolls; to scrape up his sides with the flats of her talons. Her eyes scrunch shut and her mouth falls open as she ruts artlessly up against him, rhythm already beginning to falter]

Please, I'm-- Jacob--

G-god, Xia - I want - I wanna see you -

[His voice is breathless and faltering; the motion of his hips is faltering, too, falling into something desperate and erratic as he climbs those last few steps to the top]

[Possibly he doesn't get to see what he wants to see, though - because he's coming, then, and his eyes squeeze closed when he does. For an endless few moments, there's nothing but the rush of pleasure rolling over him in waves as he shakes his way through it, well and truly making a mess out of his boxer briefs]

[She calls out his name once--twice--goes to a wordless cry as her control finally falls away and sparks fly behind her closed lids. Her wings flare against the car roof as she helplessly shudders against him, nails pricking at his skin as she clutches desperately at his hips--flying on the feel and the smell and the taste of him, even here inside]

[It's a long few moments before he's finished, tremors still running through him as he drifts back to earth]

[His eyes drift open again; he looks up toward her, dazed and a little wondering, to watch her face for the last of it]

[She can't even flush at him watching, too overwhelmed with sensation to do anything but throw her head back as she rides out her orgasm, apparently spurred on by each of his tremors and aftershocks.

Her eyebrows are knotted tight, lashes dark, damp smudges against her cheeks. Her jaw is slack and voice hoarse. The arch of her back and the grip on his hips stays insistently firm, lower lips still trembling against his fading erection, her own panties equally as ruined]

[At length she finally begins to slow, sagging against him with great, heaving breaths]

[He gets his arms up around her, gentle - strokes a shaky hand over her bare shoulder]

[At length he bends his head, careful, and presses a kiss there, as well]

...you okay?

[She just shivers, letting out a long, fluttery sigh. Warm breath washes against his bare skin as she leans in to kiss over his pulse point]

[He pets against her side, gentle, palm very warm over her ribs]

...Xia...?

Mmm...

[She shifts, feathers ruffling from tip to tail, and kisses at the other side of his neck]

[Keeps petting, gentle; he tips his head a little, to give her better access]

[Well, if given the invitation, she'll go on and take it. Her breathing is still a bit heavy, heartrate hummingbird-quick as she lays kisses down to his collarbone and up to his chin. Her hands run little circles over his hips, soothing at where she'd gripped before as if in apology]

[He shivers a little, at the soft touches - keeps up the soothing motion of his hands, though one of them trails downward, stroking gentle over her hip and thigh, and then upward again to ruffle gently through the feathers of her wing]

[She chirps, soft, pressing into his hands and shimmying against the rest of him. There's a shakier breath as she nips at his neck, still soft]

...got you pretty worked up, huh.

[Another gentle ruffle]

Lemme make it up to you.

[She flushed dark, but gives another eager chirrup nevertheless as her hands start to wander]

...You ain't tired?

Being tired ain't gonna stop my hands none.

[A beat; he flushes a little, dark]

Or my mouth, if that's better.

[A shiver goes through her at the thought of it, aware of everywhere they meet and everywhere they could be meeting instead, and she flushes to match--licks her lips before replying. There's a hint of grackle cry in her voice, tone equally shy and eager]

I...I mean. When birds do it they call it a cloacal kiss. So it'd be on theme. If you really were interested.

A cloacal kiss, huh?

Well... could give it a try. Since we got a word for it and everything.

[She shifts, wings bumping against the seats and windows as she attempts to wisp the tips against his sides; her hands do a better job, being made for that sort of thing, though she mostly tickles lightly against him because she can]

It's a real word! I researched, just in case. Education is important, or whatever--right?

[He squirms, at the tickling - huffs a bit of a laugh]

Education's real important.

[His fingers ruffle through her feathers again, light and airy]

Yeah...

[Her voice goes light and airy as well, and she unconsciously shifts against him with a little sigh]

...Looked up some about trees, too, but that wasn't as helpful...

What were you trying to find about trees?

[The petting is a little firmer, now]

[Rustles closer again, her own talons scraping lightly up his sides and down his arms]

'Cause you got leaves...

[Shivers a little, combing his fingers through the soft down]

I wonder if I could do something with the pollen.

Or the vines, maybe...

Could try 'em.

[The wriggle this time is intentional and encouraging, and she chafes her legs around his, feet brushing through the leaves at his ankles]

Education's important, right?

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